Sorry for taking FOREVER! I haven't forgotten this one but I just wanted to make sure I knew how to plan it. Thanks for being patient and following! Please Review!
Ch. 8 Brick's Decision
He was embarrassed of having a female an inferior being have so much control over him. It's ridiculous, he thought staring at her short dress. Ridiculous...
The Demon Child disturbing thoughts were disrupted by a very idiotic mother.
Why the fuck is that bitch here, Brick watched as his mother caused a scene by weeping loudly, pulling Buttercup into a hug against her busty chest.
"M-Mommy?" Buttercup asked with wide eyes. "What are you doing here?"
"Oh my little Sweet Thing! I couldn't stand the idea of having you be ripped away from me! Muah!" She kissed her daughter. "So Sweet!"
Buttercup frowned in embarrassment. "Mom..."
"Yes Sweetie?"
"You're embarrassing me," her mother looked around and spotted all the children. "Oh dear, well then... I guess I'm going to embarrass you some more."
The mother continued to shower the girl with kisses. Boomer and Brick were silently watching in envy. The young blonde boy held a smile thinking, Why doesn't she hug me like that? While Brick watched with a hatefulness towards his mother, Why the hell does this bitch get to kiss her?
"I can assume you're here to pick up Buttercup then..." Mrs. Kean walked into the room. "I'll go ahead and sign her out..."
"Well then, I'm so sorry for the disturbance again Miss Kean," Mrs. Jojo said grabbing hold of Buttercup's hand. "I'm sure she won't cause anymore of a disturbance again, but I'm here to take all my children home. It's only what, lunch right? Might as well take them all!"
"I guess," Mrs. Kean sighed with relief. The Jojos were really quit a family. They had a perfect angel, the perfect student, a wild child, and now a trouble maker. "Be sure to get your homework before you leave kids."
The young emerald girl was quiet the rest of the ride home. Descending the vehicle all of the children were silent. Surprisingly enough none of them liked the idea of going home with paperwork of homework, or leaving school early in general.
Butch couldn't mess with kids, except Boomer. Boomer didn't have any other targets for his psychotic brother. Brick didn't have an escape from his dysfunctional family. Buttercup didn't really have anybody to talk to, quit yet. When they all entered the household Mrs. Jojo smiled at them, "Now my Darlings please go do your homework before you plan to do anything else. O.K! Your babysitter should be here any minute. Excuse me, I have to get ready for work."
After there mother disappeared all the boys started to walk upstairs. Buttercup reluctantly followed, hoping that they'd help her understand their very confusing homework. What she didn't expect was for them to take her into a huge room full of books.
Damn, the young girl thought looking around the room. Didn't think they had this much money.
"I fuck'n hate this boring ass shit!" Butch groaned lazily slumping to his chair. "Hey Bitch," the girl glared at the psycho. "Not you, the other one. Blonde Bitch."
"Y-yeah?" The blonde boy shyly asked.
"Do my homework," the crazy boy demanded. "Now."
"But I'm just as bad as you!" The blonde whinned. "You even got a better score than me!"
Brick wanted to choke the living hell out of his brothers. Luckily Buttercup felt the same way. "Shut up!" Her voice easily carried itself off the walls of the quiet library. "Damn don't you guys have any respect for shit!" She pointed at the sign: SILENCE. "I mean come on! Just do your shit, for fuck's sake."
Butch twitched. Boomer flinched. Brick blinked. But none challenged her. Instead they shut up and started to do their homework.
What the fuck are you doing, Brick's thoughts demanded as his crimson eyes watched her seat herself on the table separate from theirs. Are you just gonna let that little inferior bitch tell you what to do? Take over your position as leader in this household.
"Grr..." Buttercup growled at the papers in front of her. "Fuck'n math..."
Brick stood up, slowly making his way over towards his little sister. He sat down next to her. His warmth surprised her. It was her turn to stare at him. "Stop staring," Brick demanded as her emeralds bore into him. "It's rude."
"Yeah," Buttercup continued to stare. "Like you don't stare at me all the time."
He glared at her. She glared right back. "Why are you here? If you're just gonna be mean."
A bit of hurt flashed in the red eyes, but he regained his composure. "Didn't you need help on the math segment?"
"Yeah, but..." She raised a brow. "How'd you know?"
"Simple," he smirked. "You don't look like the math type."
"Whatever," she said. Her cheeks went red in anger, but didn't complain because she really did need help. "So... how do you do this?" Her thin finger hovered over the equation. "It's so freak'n weird. Why the hell is there letters with numbers? So people can't ever solve it!"
Brick gave a little chuckle. "Wow, didn't think you'd be this behind..."
"Shut up," she punched his arm. Usually Brick would've punched her or anyone who was stupid enough to hit him, but for some reason he felt satisfying to see his favorite color dominate her cheeks. "Just help me..."
"Here, look," he lean closer towards her. As he explained he caught a peak of her delicate skin and the light emanating from her emeralds. He wanted her. To make his mark on her... What about your father? His mind seem to ponder. Imagine the bullshit he'd give you... the shit he'd give her... He glanced back at her. Eyes preying on the way her tongue stuck out when she tried to concentrate on something. Fuck'n age, he glared at his small fist. If only I had more... Power.
"Hey is this right?" Brick refocused his attention to the now. Boomer was twirling his hair while Butch was snapping his pencils. "Hello? Are you listening."
"No," Brick admitted as he scanned her paper ignoring her glare. "Congratulations, you're not completely useless in math."
Buttercup went red at his somewhat compliment. "Thanks, I guess... What about this one?" Brick continued to teach. Patiently waiting for her to finish. Waiting. Again. I can wait, he looked down at her tongue. Yeah until the fuck'n day she can understand a fuck'n math problem.
He was right. His urges never crossed the head of the little girl. She couldn't sense his urge to pounce her for she was too young and innocent. While the boy was a bit more... mature in certain subjects, but very possessive.
Hours passed.
"Darlings, are you done with your homework yet?" Their mother had popped her head in. "Oh Boomer I love what you did with your hair!"
Boomer beamed. He had a bunch of pencils holding his hair in place. "Thank you!" He skipped out. "Is Ima here yet?"
"Actually she should be-" The door bell rang. "Ah! Just on time! Come along now, let's all show Buttercup the routine!"
They all got up, in a military style march downstairs, Buttercup blindly followed. They all stood in a line waiting behind the door. Like when she for first arrived.
"Hi Angel," their baby sister's voice was flat in greeting their mother. The emeralds took in Ima's appearance. Pale skin, black hair tied up in a bun, wore a too short red dress, and masked her face with a very deep red lipstick. "Hello boys-" her voice changed, in a uncomfortable way in the young girl's opinion. "And who is this little cutie!"
Ima bent down and poked Buttercup's cheek. The young brunette girl didn't necessarily hate this person persay, but she didn't have to like the woman. As her sharp fingernail poked at her cheek. "Ouch! Watch it-" Buttercup pushed her finger out of the way. "Great. Blood."
Brick tensed watching the blood drip from her creamy skin. The fuck is this inferior whore doing? He thought angrily looking as none of the females did anything. "I'll go get the first aide kit."
"Buttercup why don't you go with your brother," Angel said worringly. "I'll be on my then, Ima make sure my children are safe. My husband wouldn't be to thrilled to see them in an injured state."
"Of course, Angel," Ima said with no emotion. "You're the boss." When the idiotic mother left Ima suddenly shifted her attitude. "You little asses know the drill already. Stay out of my way, and I'll feed you when the time comes... Demon go help that little bitch with her accident." The sitter disappeared around the corner.
Boomer smiled. "Isn't she something!"
"A fuck'n bitch," Butch was desperately trying not to get excited at the blood dripping from his face. "Hey either cover that shit up or Imma make you bleed some more."
"Yeah, yeah, try not to be so pyschotic while we're gone." Buttercup said following Brcik to the restroom.
"Sit on the toliet," she huffed but obeyed. Brick whipped out the first aid kit. "Hold still."
"Why, when I could just do this," using her little thumb to wipe the liquid. "There now it's gone. Just put a stupid band aide to stop the bleeding."
"I still need to disinfect it..."
"To what?" Buttercup asked with a confused look on her face. She probably doesn't even know what you're talking about, he watched as the blood kept dripping. His urges came back as he used his own thumb to wipe away the blood, then flicked his tongue on the red liquid. Her cheeks began to flush as his crimson's stared at the emeralds."W-what are you doing?"
"Disinfecting," he got close to her face and pressed his tongue to the hole. Flicking it up and down. When he felt her shiver on contact he pulled away. Her face was flushed, her chest heaving, and as he glanced down at her sweet blood he inwardly groaned. She's only six and you still don't have the power... "There. Now we slap this on and then go outside. I don't want to see you for awhile."
"Asshole," she growled watching him leave her to put a band aide on, but when she looked in the mirror she noticed that her bleeding had stopped. "I guess that disinfecting stuff worked."
She didn't want to deal with him or anybody else in the house so she walked outside. In the frontyard her eyes spotted someone next door. Someone familiar. Being bold she called out, "Robin!"
The little girl with brown locks turned with a smile on her face, "Buttercup! Hi!" She quickly ran to meet up with her new friend. "Wait, you live here?" Robin's light blue orbs seem to question. "I thought the Jojo brothers lived here?"
"They do," Buttercup hesitated, "They're my step brothers."
"Wow, really?" Robin said in surprise, "Man, that kind of sucks."
"Thanks," Buttercup's voice practically dripped on sarcasm, causing Robin to smile.
"Hey I said kind of," blue eyes looked innocent while holding her hands up defensively, "I know they're not all bad... Well," a blush formed on her cheeks, "Boomer isn't."
"How would you know?" Emerald orbs seem to question, "And why'd you get so red all of a sudden. It's not that hot out."
"Oh Buttercup," Robin patted her head. "Young innocent, little Buttercup."
Green orbs glared back at blue. "Who you calling little?"
"Don't take it the wrong way, but you are kind of short..."
"I'm only six!"
"Oh really? Geez, you are little," Buttercup growled. "But that's not what I meant when I called you little, I meant... inexperienced when it comes to love."
"What?" The emeralds gave a look of confusion. "I love things. I love my sisters and my real dad. Not this messed up family."
"You're killing me, Smallz!" Robin threw her hands up.
"I'm not that small!"
"It's a movie reference, come on," Robin took her hand. "Let's go to my backyard. We can talk there."
The girl with long almond colored hair hopped onto one of her wings, leaning back, gripping the chain before sighing in total bliss. Green eyes waited patiently, "Well? Are you going to tell me or just sit there and look pretty?"
"Oh Buttercup, you flirt," the emerald girl raised a brow. "No listen to this. It's the day I found out what love meant."
Flashback
The brown haired girl exited her quiet home and ran to her swing set. But with no other friend around she lonesomely swung herself on the two swing set.
"Hello," A friendly voice erupted from beyond her fence causing the young girl to fall off her seat in surprise. "Are you okay?" The voice asked with concern as the girl lied on her back.
"Ouch," she quietly said before a hand appeared before her. Accepting the hand the girl's baby blue eyes met a pair of dark blue.
"Wow," the voice said, "You're pretty cute."
"T-thank you," the brunette stammered. "And you are-"
"Your new neighbor," he lifted her up and gave her a wink. "I'm Boomer."
For some reason Robin's heart sped up, her face went red, and she started to stutter. "I-I'm Rablan. Robin!" What is wrong with you, she mentally slapped herself. "S-so you guys moved?"
"Yeah," Boomer said staring off into the distance. "Something about our Dad always being away at War... Or something. Anyways Robin want to play with me?"
"Sure!" The young boy played with her. He continued to innocently flirt with the brunette who got to understand what it felt like to have a crush.
"Hey Little bitch!" Boomer jumped and Robin's eyes started to widen in surprise as a little greened eye boy with a crazy look in his eye appeared. "So this is where you came to hide."
His smile gave Robin a bad feeling. Thankfully another boy came out of the next door house and was staring at the three of them with intimidating crimsons. "Butch. Hurry up. Father should be returning any second. Boomer you too."
"Fuckin killer of joy," Butch said peeved as he took off back into the house. "Hurry up Pussy!"
Boomer gave Robin a quick peck on the cheek. "I'll see you later Robin!"
Later on when she discovered they were in the same class and sat at the same table, her feelings only developed even stronger for the boy next door. Her crush had morphed into love. Even if she knew he didn't feel the same way.
End of Flashback
Buttercup simply gave the girl a look. "Wow. I still don't get it."
"Well it's okay Buttercup," Robin gave her friend a little pat on the back. "One day you'll understand."
The owner of the emerald shrugged. "Whatever."
"Oh yeah?" Robin challenge the little brunette. "Whatever this!" She tagged Buttercup. "Haha you cant catch me!"
The emeralds burned with anger. "Wait till I get you!"
The two girls continued to run around and play. Unaware of the burning crimsons watching from the upstairs window. The redhead stared at the one challenging the emeralds. Robin, they called her. He couldn't remember their first encounter, only that she had bored him into no further interest. She was nothing but an inferior female. What a useless girl.
"Demon," Brick already knew Ima's true standing on the superior scale, she was above him, because she had his father in her palm. "Go find your sister. Tell her it's snack time."
"Yes, Miss Goodewoman," he said with dejection aimed at her. "I'll be sure to do so."
When she left all he could do was watch as his sister got friendly with another. Another person that wasn't him.
Okay sorry for not finishing this as intended too! I got caught up in sports and school! Next chapter I'm going to try to speed things up and have them... mature. I promise it shall be posted before May 17th. Thanks for being so patient! And don't worry the joy and the commander will be introduced too!